THINK'ST thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffused in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmoved thy plenteous sighs, Which said far more than words can say? Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, When love and hope lay both o'erthrown; Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast Throbb'd with deep sorrow as thine own. But when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine, The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine. Thou couldst not feel my burning cheek, Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak, In sighs alone it breathed my name. And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, In vain our fate in sighs deplore; Remembrance only can remain, -- But that will make us weep the more. Again, thou best beloved, adieu! Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret; Nor let thy mind past joys review, -- Our only hope is to forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SORROW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HER SECRET IS BETRAYED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DAMSEL OF PERU by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |